[Jenn Grant] Down by the lake you saw me and you knew i was waiting for you looking inbetween those long greens your reflection it fell upon
How we miss that love
[Buck 65] the words written on my hand are hard to say. a game of solitaire and no cards to play. paper airplanes so far away.
[how we miss that love]
the words written on my hand are hard to say. a game of solitaire and no cards to play. paper airplanes so far away
[Jenn Grant] crying for your letters looking all through pictures that survive in the long way to get from me to you get to me your writing me a letter looking for my hearts with you* in the water* im right in the heart the heart of you.
[Buck 65] Distant tower hour on resistant hour signals with consistant power eventually the shepheard must slaughter his sheep the sky is ripped open and the water is deep somewhere else the burning fire your tempered charms im lost in the woods with no voice and empty arms admitting im stranded commiting my plan two stories written on my hand